infinite autochk banana hell

February 20, 2007

so after 17 hours of ever decreasing circles of success it’s time to give up on the possibility of extracting that photoshop of a stuffed polecat and the pop will eat itself back catalogue as I’m obviously not going to access C:Documents and settings at any time soon before I have to yank the platter out of the system and lob it unceremoniously into the dog toilet of bomb damage whereupon a 14 year old blart will find it take it home and slave it and uncover the names and addresses of all the top ranking officials at the middle school govenor’s committee at which the daily mail will foam at the mouth at the insecurity of our new labour data culture and start a campaign for mandatory arrests for anyone under 18 who looks like they have special needs which will draw robin in to the arguement just to point out why ID cards are so wrong.

having had partial success with chkdsk /r in the past I clutched at that straw as my data became inaccesssible all over the place and had, well, partial success with it. 57% success in fact. after I’d run it for the 4th time. which took 7 hours. before it hung. again. this was all from the recovery console which didn’t really let me do anything else unless I wanted to copy 20,000 files from one folder to another one at a time but I couldn’t even access the folders anway or see the place I would want to copy them to. all I want to do now is save the bits I hadn’t backed up to the external WD 250gb thing and then reformat the internal drive with a hand gun before the new 500gb one turns up on friday just before I go away for a week leaving everyone at home without a wireless connection for the old PC downstairs which is the club penguin access point or email. here’s how clever I am: admin tools -> computer management -> disk management -> properties -> tools -> error checking -> check the boxes for repairing bad things -> reboot to give exclusive access to disk. hey presto! infinite fricken autochk loop. as something was completely arsed up due to me defragging some system files onto a bad disk sector – oh yes, that’s fine sir, we’ll just put that useful utility over here, on top of the BROKEN STUFF – when autochk kicks off upon a reboot (for tis autochk that does the work) it never completes and I have to take a hammer to the big button on the front of the case to restart. and upon restart, autochk kicks off and never completes and so I have to take a bigger hammer to the broken button on the front of the case to restart. and upon restart etc.

I think I have dirty bits. I’ve been told that before, but this time it’s my computer telling me. more accurately, it’s probably a boot file or something file telling my broken XP installation that it has raised a white flag that says ‘dirty bit’ on it and so everything must go mad. you can unset this flag and autochk doesn’t run, which is useful. but you can’t do that from the recovery console. oh no. you have to have a proper shell to do that so that’s ok, you can’t log in to windows to get a shell because authchk won’t let you, but we all know that you can just run in safe mode and do it that way. easy. F8 F8 F8 F8, er, yes, I want safe mode. good. right. ooh, lots of cmd line references to drivers and stuff whizzing past which looks promising. hmm. I guess it’s stopped at that one because it’s REALLY BIG or something. hmm. it’s not that big. hang on. you’re not doing anything are you? (cue enormous hammer case button action). 3 attempts later and it’s clear that safe mode is going to steadfastly refuse to run and that the little people inside the machine are now laughing uncontrollably behind thier hands at my total lack of adequacy in resolving this technocrisis. and don’t you start telling me what to google in order to get the answers I need to work around this problem BECAUSE I’VE BEEN DOING THAT ALL FRICKEN DAY ON MY OTHER COMPUTER WHICH HAS SCSI DISKS SO NO I CAN’T JUST RUN IT AS A MASTER AND SLAVE THE BROKEN DISK AND NO I DON’T HAVE A CD OF LINUX THAT CAN RUN THE OS AND HAS THESE GREAT TOOLS TO EXTRACT FILES FROM THE BOOT DISK WHICH YES IS JUST ONE HUGE PARTITION I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW ALREADY THANKYOU.

at eleven thirty I am instructed to walk away before throttling myself with a USB cable tidy and I contemplate a life without XTC or all my old tweaked flickr files.

install. yes, just a clean install dammit. go on, do your worst. oh, that was quick. and you haven’t trashed the old files? nice. here’s an external drive. recognize that? ooh yes. lovely. right, is everything from The Smiths to Windsor for the Derby still intact? and that picture I took out of the window landing at Denver which was actually interesting? ooh, there it is. would you mind if I just move it over there? thanks awfully.

today I will mostly be installing XP Professional and Adobe Creative Suite 2.3. I’m not putting anything else on here. maybe the router. oh, and the laser mouse. maybe need the printer. and sonicstage. better get the drivers for the 7900GT too. and the audigy 2. oh, better make sure the wireless is installed. and the selphy. probably need to install sp2 and everything since then as well. better do that first I guess. ooh, and the new drivers for the WD drive etc. etc. etc. etc. etc….

14 percent completed

February 19, 2007

is it taking ages for you? I mean, I log in and when I try to access email it takes, like, 5 minutes to start and then that little network icon thing appears and just flashes a bit and it all runs really slow. does it do that for you? er. yes.

there’s only a limited number of times you can try and defrag a 250gb disk only to find you don’t have 17% spare to actually perform that action and so you go ahead and start creating multiple restore points and then try and remove the previous 4 versions of adobe creative suite without breaking anything that’s left and after you’ve rebooted about a hundred times and then had a go at using add/remove programs to try and remove a few programs – which you thought was a perfectly acceptable course of action – only to find that need for speed: stupid won’t actually remove and that if you get rid of the source code for half life that steam will actually blow a gasket and you have to download the ship before it’ll let you play episode 1 and then have a go at just ‘cleaning up’ some of your ripped cds only to find that you’ve just made all 200 cds that come after ‘The Smashing Pumpkins’ disappear into a mysterious explorer black hole at which point you’re wondering why you didn’t just back stuff up and reinstall the whole system.

or just back stuff up. oops

which is why you find yourself running the lovely chkdsk /r again because you can’t now even back up your 3 years worth of digital photos and ripped cds because fricken stupid ntfs file system doesn’t know where they are even though it’s looking REALLY HARD and locking up the whole system every time you move a window an inch to the left to check out the progress of disk check which will fail after 10 minutes because you’re running it when you’re actually logged in you idiot and because you’re LOOKING at the disk in a funny way it’s throwing a wobbly and hiding behind the sofa and throwing up into the event log which you finally checked after googling all your error messages only to see a millions references to bad sectors which have been there since january but you didn’t realize because you just thought you had probably made something go wrong because you installed a web cam and so you were asking for it and that’s why every time you synchronized go live it took 17 hours to update a teleweb widget which is coincidentally about how long it takes to explain why making it a capital ‘E’ should be such a problem but anyway here you are frothing at the mouth at gibberish like Windows replaced bad clusters in file 32122 of name DOCUME~1TimLOCALS~1APPLIC~1MICROS~1MEDIAP~1CURREN~3.WMD and wishing your sun ray at home had arrived or your acer ferrari but at least it’s a holiday in the US so you’ve got an extra couple of hours to catch up on things, like, um, WATCHING STUPID CHKDSK UTILITIES FIX PROBLEMS WITH MEDIAPLAYERS, so everything’s alright. nobody’s reading this anyway so how less productive can you be, waiting for the chance to be able to restore all your design work for the last 2 years?

28 percent done. it worked last time. if it doesn’t work this time I’m going to take the spare disk out of the w2100z that’s actually got solaris installed and port adobe creative suite 2 myself. by teatime. and then draw massive pictures of sheds with wings and print them on the rasterizer whereupon I’ll plaster them onto the bus shelter and do a short fandango with a spanner.

is it fixed yet? NO IT ISN’T. alright, I was only WELL DON’T

vanishing point release train

February 9, 2007

I just thought of something. it needs to go in this release. oh, and this. can you do this also. I just did. but I just asked. and I just did it. oh. but can you still do the other thing? and the thing that we weren’t going to do but we are going to do which is the thing we first thought of but we dropped it when we spoke about the other thing which is more interesting and forgot but it was always there really. yes. it’ll take 12 days. does that mean 12 days, or 12 days? it means 12 days. except, well, they’re concurrent, meaning that they’re not really twelve days, but they’re 5 days and 7 days which is 7 days but it overlaps you see so we still have the 20 days so altogether it’s March. is that what you said before? yes. and you can do that one as well? I just did. no, that one. yes. right. actually, I just got an email from china that said they want to use that thing you did to let people buy goats. I thinks that’s what they said. I’ve got a cold. can we do goats? yes, you just need to train the reptiles. great. and I’m not here. yes you are. yes, I am now. but I’m not now.

nice! have a good weekend!

I am Damo Suzuki-uh

February 5, 2007

gone in 30 seconds hey presto its all gone right I am to be pleased seeing that you’ll be helping me and that’s how it went as we flicked the switch and they literally poured in like 2 raisins from an Alessi storage jar and landed with a faint thud on the worksurface of texas. I don’t know the answer but I bet I know someone who does so by the end of the business day (1) you’ll be all the wiser and we will be noting your demograph in the great funnel in our heads. it’ll take 13 days plus the year to pretend we can alter the busines process so you’re welcome to join the call if we can use your dial-in. please use your direct dial number. we don’t talk to receptionists, however well-informed they are.

and that was when a canary landed on the fence, so we burned down the street – just in case.

paris hilton shuffle damage

February 1, 2007

buzz. when we spun it very fast with our finger the light came on but I suspect if we had stood on the surface of the sun the buzzer would never have gone off. its a euphemism for global warming. a fan for a fan. but looky. if you’re getting one of these, or maybe even a hundred, that helps right I mean power consumption. but like he said what’s my bottom line I DONT CARE about that its numbers numbers numbers just gimme a CVP that propels me through the roof and I’ll blister my fingers counting out the money for you. you’re so full of that over there. she said.

when you’re arguing about entry points and gas vans its neither a weasel’s chapped lip or kasey chambers captain that will find you on page 2 so let’s just be grown up about it. money is changing hands and I’m adding another daisy to my chain. end of.

2 stars for an unutterable outburst. were it not for the proximity of deadlines, I could imagine a place where people listened to lou reed albums without skipping any tracks.

thus spake consolidation monkey

January 31, 2007

from a cosa nostradamus type moment of epiphany while making photoshop 5 eat layers of pasta did spew forth the penetrable missive from the future of the potato of business proposition:

You know what it’s like. Got eggs all over the place. This egg is your marketing egg. This egg is your commerce egg. You’ve even got eggs for partners and suppliers. But what you really want is to make a great big omelette with all your eggs so your customers can sit down at one big table and stuff themselves. You want Spanish omelette. You want French omelette. You want a Service Provider omelette with dynamic mushrooms and on-demand data parsley garnish. Well, the solution is here. Sun Dynamic Egg Consolidation and Omelette Rendering enables you to leverage all your enterprise eggs in one great big virtual frying pan. I tell you, it’s f**king great. My Mum’s got one already.

No change there then. So taaake mee in your aaarrms agaaain, I’ll sell my soooul, what is it wooorrrrth?

headphone calamity aversion therapy

January 30, 2007

no no no. that can’t be true. tween megane and changing room I’ve flipped my foam into some crevice whereupon I now crawl in vain to trace myself backwards and salvage my right ear. there can be no pounding in front of loose women with a plastic rattle imbalance and a tin acoustic experience that simply won’t do I’ve come all this way. take another look. its that fleece. its all electric. it got toasted. no. hang on, its here somewhere.

I give up. I resign myself to a double plastic burn cavity scenario which might make me go faster to get it over with its not so bad so smashing pumpkins will be inaudible but at least the rest of them will now hear it too. no. but wait. what’s this in the gutter twixt athlete’s foot and wet towels. that’s neary a grey pad from someone’s ipod. they’re probably upstairs right now trying to row to devon with a white plastic tinitus fiddling around their canal. its only got a bit of wax on, that’ll scrape off. lets try it for size. ooh. perfect. and now I have different colours for left and right, just like my shoes. let’s get treading dixie chicks. avast!

35 minutes. I’m not cycling. maximo park.

bloc party claustrophobia engine

January 29, 2007

‘its great to be here you’re our most vociferous audience’. that’s not something I would have heard coming from Alex Turner’s curled lips. I mean, he might of said something about it being ‘right mental an that”, but he wouldn’t have stretched into the guardian educational supplement territory of crowd participation in quite the same way as the sweaty stick body of Matt Tong. such was the squall of intellectualism in the air last night as it was sucked into the lungs of 15 year olds with leather handbags and a propensity to text their mates through the second album and mingled with marlboro lights and blown straight back into the vault of the lower claustrophobia room for the rest of us in ingest as we combusted spontaneously with every wave of our arms.

not since the NME tour was there as many first timers squeezed into that space ‘so excited they might just do a little wee’ and as things progressed towards their artsy denouement we were collectively scanning for escape routes as we honestly felt we may not actually survive the next 90 minutes with having our miserable lives crushed out of us and what would mum do she’ll be waiting by the car park. we’d endured something like a support act and we just wanted to get on with it (‘dad, hold my jumper, I’m goon down the front with Mel’) notwithstanding some impressive displays of ‘3 pints in plastic glasses carried above my head through a bunch of students crammed into a sweatbox’ which were hugely entertaining even though I knew they’d be throwing it all over my head in the next 5 minutes as the place erupted into darkness.

and so it was. they said hello. literally just like that. ‘hello’. not ‘hello Norwich!’ or something shouty and incomprehensible, just ‘hello’. they had the temerity to then launch into at least 2 songs from the new album that people pretended to know intimately even though it’s not out yet like those people who do reviews on amazon and say ‘I’ve heard the demo tapes and they were AMAZING’ from their lonely bedroom in Penge and we all stand still for a while waiting for spaces to show up that we can sidle into and take our first breath in about 10 minutes. after that, they do the whole of Silent Alarm backwards and the usual stoners melee to the front trampling young deer in their path who are struggling back to go to the toilet in the corner and we’re all pleasantly entertained by the whole thing. we even clap a bit, which is unheard of around here, and those nice boys on stage tell us what a great crowd we are during the stoney silence between each song, prompting the occasional ear-splitting shrieks for a second or two before we just all stand around in the increasingly large gaps in the floor waiting for them to do that one where they stand next to each other. I mean, it was fine. that album was the best of 2005. but I’m looking at my watch.

they looked like they were enjoying it though. they probably had a a triple word score using Q and J and a nice cup of rooibush after. rock on!

that’s my widget

January 26, 2007

we don’t call it that. it’s a component. anyway, that’s mine. give it back. I don’t care where you think you’re going to put it you are not going to put it anywhere unless I say so. oh. you have already. that’s a nice mac. oh, that works. nice. thanks

sleater-kinney are playing at my house. they’ve got laptops. do you have any idea where I could position this box in a task-based flow? you do? great. I love you. but all I want to do right now is make this one talk to that one and then this one talk to that one, and yes I know its grammatically not exactly what how it should be like either anyway. give me that. I want to poke it with a stick. stop whining.

fit fat fotoshop

January 25, 2007

excuses for preamble just building a paragraph but it’s only that because I’m tagged as such you wouldn’t call it a well-constructed set of phrases or sentences that convey any message or idea – ooh there’s a mini with a pink roof – and anyway where’s your punctuation it’s there but it’s not escaped so you threw it away you see.

stefan saved my life. it’s not a great deal of work, but it’s the commitment to delivering it you see and now it’s delivered and I get an hour back and so I install creative suite 2.3 and start drawing ellipses for the rest of the afternoon except somewhere in there I’ll have to work out the bottles of rioja that left laurence on the floor if I want to do tshirts by april. tick tick tick.

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